A Scribe Amidst The Lions

[negotiate] lives under teeth not prime just in position here as the
kerosene winds blow in change - through holes where education was just a
cable un-plugged via-work [oh no!they know!they know!i know!they know!lay low!]
ascribeamidstthelions whocan negotiate livesunderteeth with rhetoric sweetlike poison
see how it eats into stone likedisease! explained once by a master byhishandyouwere
sent to confess.explainthis to our maker-make sure and turnaround it’s pride.
swallowedby lies? cause in here accusationsfoldinto swallowed-up lines.
silentthought of war, provoke a cause andspeak no more. stars andstrikes abroad,
assimilate an inquisition’s fraud. silent thought of war, provoke a cause and speak no more.

muffled bell i see youneed today take your feet convinceyourprints to stay_there’s
a moon, you assume is it blue to youuu is it true you knew you’d pull the corners in
(?0 is it true you knew you’d washyour hands with it is it true you knew we’d all
be fcekud is it true you knew (?) name (is to) bones (as) lake (is to) stones
you call ita war then we’recaught in a nameless now all in a waveof crimes thaterase
your shell{}you shout out a woman’s hell you call it a warrrdeath is a muffled bell.
(and) you’re so innocent

lust ecliptic pt.A / vampire's change thought[]should you have
routine in your pen, then the poetry would last..writer you were wrong i feel the
versus in you tnugoe words with shackles binding poem/song

12 lb. doubt is coursing through the vein of a conversation. mix static with it’s
wires! the interpretation comesquiet across time, singing decibals down from a whisper
[this!]doorway is leading us out over theocean oh what terrible traps we weave
when awake and under the guise of reality’s face. it’s a shade shy of real grey, with it’s
twelve poundlooklike a penchant for the grave...est mistake your’re afraid to face. in a
breath [so loud] it’ll bear this love.
• • • •light is coursing through the weight of accusing faces that fired from behind
between bothblades where i shoulder this pain.[cut]. the wings are falling off the aeroplane.
in pairs they trail towards earth.our parachutes fold into openflames
that share the night’s glory. our parachutes fold into open flames.

sarcastro's blackout [and bride] where do those ideas
come from? well you’ve been drinking again, sometimes whenever you can.
escaping can lead to another story to write/another story to ruin. dialogue
is collapsing ahhhhh...you better tie us down. just leave onehand un-bound -
a ciggarette for the fool? swing too deep, you might never wake up! slow-motion
hallucinations, you’re caught closing your mind witholding prayers from the sky.
box wine can lead us - this armyiskilling every t.v., dragging nails offt hescreen.
swing too deep, you might never wake up. it’s all blacknow.where’s yourhead?
it spun around. it’s all black now.

frame to frame rewind your thoughts to our shadowed march through
broken frames of coveted lust. like the storms above we moved along. all the
clearest days seem forever on our trail, propelling change to a later state.
the patience that promised fair warning is gathering unsuspected pressure.
we moved as two, with zero stepszero clues on how to re-arrange the ghosts
in me/theghosts in you. in the final cut-off my headwillroll this heavy life.
will the pain and sorrow in this end be one? as you’re drawing me in/as you’re
drawing out. interrupted. the questions remain engraved in his head on every side.
interrupted. the questions remain inscribed in his head from every side;
are these thoughts,like these scars? just reflections of regret,and the death of affection?

grandson clock love, dear for twenty-some-odd years we’ve simmered here
slamming doors and thinking more iiiii won’t pretend greywhiskered gentlemen
whisper “then’s” and then i feel at home...i feel old
theywon’t let the children in only crackled photos and then i’mgone
shame on the vacant things. shame on the vacant things.

mindstomp / quatsch kopf waltz
(instrumental)

the lidless kind voicesteps reaching treeman, i’d be an evergreen
back on the couch again strapped in with REASON oh purple skies i’d like to see you
pull them down [namrettebanoyler] how remote thatstateofmind (ie) you spoke of
weatherand things well i won’t mind a lidlesskind if you sold me dasf][adf’a lidless
speechless jesus i watch my walrus grow stay we’ve come all thisway to take all
your problemsss and make them OK you’ll keep ALL your pbolerms but no complaints

lust ecliptic pt. B
(instrumental)

the internal alarm of a pushover by tearing off one face
at a time can you quater the soul obsessed with the speed of decay? you better figure out
soon who’s on your back. aligned with a devilish-truth so your friends don’t confuse
the tongue-tied wretch o f a guise with the ’i’s in suicide. your speech slows.
when it rolls out infront it’s the intent that’s gone. when these words diagnose the
symptom of life, stop calling heaven to return home. this is home. maybe you’ll sleep
only to wake upon it’s return and give in. adorned like a hollywoodkid - in your
saltiest skin. tear. tear.

lineage the car sped when we used to say we want the song to end in
the driveway and on the spot -->a brand new clock and the moment was perfect
foratime10987654321 these stories crave a more dYnaMic boy. they were so strung.
with beauty frozen stand in motion minnesota. it cameout of the rye awaiting a surprise
now chivalry is killing me i’m commenderingmine from these bad phantoms from a
random kingdom. it’s better in the morning when your hope is strong. if we had to
we could fake it and take the off and turnthem on. you can’t turn them it’s on. it’s sacred
when you make it when your hope is gone. forever gets better when all that you expect
to love iswrong you can’t turn them_it’s on